ego and soul in conversation
recognise that they are the same
former with form, the latter formless
differing only in level of awareness
yet both aspects are deluded
feeling separate from the source
thus pursing agendas as of desires
spawned by an imaginary identity
until all illusions just fall away
revealing the source of our being
awareness self-aware pulsating light
We are all on borrowed time
Yet we constantly search for
The next step in our climb
Ponder pausing the pursing
Taking a moment to slow down
To divert us from all the doing
May realize how blessed we are
Rejoiced to relish in the present
In lieu of perpetually raising the bar
This sliver of time and space
Will only exist for a tiny bit
Let's embrace the intersection
That the universe chose to knit
She was a heartbreaker.
It was her legs that first stunned
then shook the brain
with warm waves of appreciation.
If the perfect breasts exist
they are temporary
but she held hers to your eyes
made you see the natural art
that had shaped them.
Yea, I admit it
it was her body that sucked a guy in
made a dog pant in your heart.
Her face was pretty
'pretty' being optional depending on the light,
but man
she just left you standing there
your lips unconsciously pursing
like some kind of bubble fish.
I
Poitier
Once a battle town
French fought off Islam
Sidney
From Bahamas to Hollywood Casas
Pursing lips Poitier
Genuine Smile Poitier
Our Hollywood Savior
I remember
Lilies in the Field
Rest Sid, I finally did
Remember
To write this
Tribute
Wish I could say it
Better
II
Guess
Who's Coming
To dinner!
I know your face
hidden behind the mask
imagining your frown or your smile cast
that wrinkled brow taken all to task,
that raised lip holding back your words now asked,
welcome to the masquerade,
the ball started hours ago without visible faces at this parade;
but now your here in our deluded charade
ready for the ballroom trot and tears escapade.
Smile for me
with your cheeks raised
lips pursing in an unseen smile ablaze
clamoring for wiser folks to passionately praise
that old and the young mesmerized in the pandemic maze,
keep that mask clear of any virus trace
covering your beautiful protected space
enticing and enamoring the mystery and grace
of all the hidden emotion upon your face.
What beauty is she that makes the blind see?
What curves are those that have every lip
walking the atonement of sharing her bed?
A lass of yesterday waking early to dry her sheets in the sun
has blossomed into a red mushroom so smooth to the eye.
So frail, so reckless but a kitten dancing in the dark.
Style is a song winds sigh to all ends of the earth;
Sitandwa now colours her face in shades that soil the eye of the beholder,
And has bought herself a bosom that blurs the wisdom of man.
In pursing her brows further, she has managed to steal my father from us;
These western winds have brought only shame and disgust.
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A green bud between two attractive leaves
Looks at me from shade mixed sun, a glory
I'd like to spend my time pursing my lips
Musing on some lukewarm cups of story
The top two leaves and the leaf bud they cut
Nimble fingers of love and eyes in smile
They live in rows of shabby ailing hut
Pain and pleasure wander many a mile
Snowy hill wind lends you lovely love-touch
Soft palms of those tea girls warm affection
Passing rain drops fondle your smell so much
Leaves and buds can spread a fascination
Come aroma in bone china cups close
Let my molecules in lips dance in rose
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22/11/2016
Sonnet of 10 syllable lines each in 14 lines
the ego
poisons
the potential
rots my patch of peaches
i planted peaches myself
the ego
needs time
to gaze
and to grow
to ruin
to be
the ego
ruthless
admire the ambition
the ego
relentless
the chase
but here i am
chasing
since the beginnings
of time
i am
lost
in the pursuit
of pursing
you
since the beginnings of time
i have been pursuing you
naked truths
clothed in pride
unclothed again
by the ego
the ego
it strips away
me
bursts open
all my structures
my comforts
move
here i am
uncomfortable
moved and eased by you
the ego
levitating
over calm, warm waters
within seconds of wintertime
the ego
ruins me
there's nothing i love more
an embrace
i crave
promises
i crave
more
i hunger
starve
and i thirst
after the ego
the pain, oh the pain
i lay
in my dead patch of tangy peaches
hiding
from
tonight..
"The Glass Slipper"
I was waiting for a glass slipper
For my prince in shining armor
to take me away from my sorrow
into my happily ever after.
I sat around wishing on stars;
Kissing frogs wherever I went;
Dropping coins in wishing wells;
Waiting for true love's kiss.
It was only after he never came
that I realized what it all meant.
Magic is not naturally present,
but created through love for another
I did not encounter magic until I looked in my daughter's eyes;
Did not get my fairy-tale until I worked toward a better life.
I learned happily ever after does not exist,
not in the way we imagine.
It does not mean princes balls, and perfect hair,
but the feeling of fulfillment that follows
a life well spent caring for others
and pursing the dreams we had hoped to achieve
So don't be like me.
Do not wait for your prince to come for you.
Create your own happy ending
and I promise it will come true.
pursing the lips
churning into
the bowels
of this earth
you opened wide
doors to
my heart
completely naked
to the soul
tied and bound
to you love
so proud
of you honey
whistling to
the four corners
standing tall
you are to me
a dream
blooming deeply
great warm waves
softly touching
around in circles
inside leaping curls
so very beautiful
take it
from me
sweety darling honey
your blazing hot
Said I did
Lies told through
The pursing of my lips
Outwardly living
Deep within the soul
Anxious falsehoods
Birthing down
Inward my darkness
Festers out of control
Truth forgotten
So lies become
The inevitable
Truth
Said I did
Becoming more
Than real
Creating monsters
Under my bed
I hide there too
Arm wrapped
In cold cloth
Of a sickness
Born out of self hate
From “The Last Land”
The years were fresh but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and burning tips
Against a psychic belly
The vibration of fishes
As they were jumping angrily over the sun's rim.
A toxic light as a procession
With its own measure fled over all these scattering shadows
And its demented ray makes love
To the son of Evil who was striking suddenly
As a wedding ass in a golden plate!
In a small fountain, concentrating
By diluted water, I drink;
I try to be alive; that's the only reason
I was loving this unknown monster because I myself not human,
Not a soul sailing but a rare thyroid that created those
Structures threatening to evade the failing
Moment; as they say, the Hope made the killers
Smiling, when the verdict was just a fancy holder.
And when the monitors were still invisible
A voice was thrilling off, "Oh, I’ll born tomorrow and I can erase
Myself today and see myself in front of you
Twenty thousand years for now," he said
As an antibiotic; behind it all things still pursing each other,
By the still unknown forcer, and with intensity
All smashed around me.
When did the children stop embracing
The wind in their hair
Downhill racing, bright orange skies
With no due care
When did they all go home and scrub up their smiles
No longer free spirits to roam
With hours to while
Away with friends down by the railway track
Find a new hiding spot
Sharing cheap wrappered snacks
Whispering secrets
And a fight for their space
What happened to good ole fashion dirt
Smeared as a memoir, now
Replaced
By sterile little ones
Squashed within dry stone walls
Electrical wizardry
Beats, muddied deflated balls
Why did the children decide now
To stay at home
No longer free spirits
Til dusk out to roam
No longer bicycles skipping ropes
And girls chewing gum
High heels on tiny feet
Impersonating mum
No longer unkempt hair pursing their friends
No longer blood brothers
Promised to the end
Poor little ones gaze at a two dimensional spot
Wish they'de step outside
Rosie cheeks the vision that time forgot
Do you object to
sexual encounters in the clan
to save a semi-god
from extinction ?
A political consideration ?
For you becoming an otherself
for future generation ?
I will not return to the cave
for a bell jar of bones in
the dominion of nature.
The creamy layer of bats
in dark, pursing the lips
to give a truth curdling lie.
I think, I should not think
of sun, water and clouds
and of mundane predictions.
Satish Verma
Never so sweet - as the rosebud's feat
to capture the bloom of the rose
ensconced within - it's petals thin
to break forth with color intense
lips pursing up - shining with dew
carousing the sun for it's heat
sensuous wiggles - the flower entails
seducing it's nutrient's meat
radiant rays - soft petals caressed
it's fertilization bestows
the velvety blood red kiss - of -
the passion embraced by the rose
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